![]() Larry David and I are meeting for lunch at a stodgy-hip, fogyish-glamorous restaurant in Los Angeles. No word on whether or not Abbas has seen it, though the recent escalation of conflict in the Middle East would indicate unh-uh.) (Netanyahu, a fan, did watch the episode. ![]() The two leaders would laugh, they’d cry, they’d braid each other’s hair, they’d realize they’re not so different after all: Bam, world peace. ![]() Famed lawyer Alan Dershowitz, a poker-player bud of David’s and David’s self-proclaimed “house Jew,” brought a copy of “Palestinian Chicken” to his dinner with Benjamin Netanyahu in the hopes that the Israeli prime minister would toss a bag of popcorn in the microwave, invite Mahmoud Abbas over for a viewing party. It’s hate sex, sure, and hateful even for that, but still, it’s sex, which means there’s a little bit of love involved, too. Show me the Promised Land … you circumcised fuck,” etc. You want to fuck me like Israel fucked my country? … Fuck me, you Jew bastard. “Fuck me, you fucking Jew,” she tells him. “Palestinian Chicken,” arguably the crowning achievement of the entire series, came in the last season, the most gonzo scene featuring a supine David, glasses fogged, brow furrowed in concentration, gamely trying to meet the exacting demands of the hot-stuff Palestinian restaurateur writhing on top of him. It just kept getting better-weirder and wilder, ever more daring and provocative and inspired, ever farther out with each passing year. At no point did it slow or slacken or flag or flake, go soft or through the motions, settle for shtick, descend into self-parody. Curb, which ended its eighth and perhaps final season in 2011 (David has been playing it flower-petal-pluckingly coy about the possibility of the show’s return, there-will-be-a-ninth-season, there-will-be-a-ninth-season-not), was the funniest thing going, not only on the small screen but on the big one as well. He is also the creator and star of Curb Your Enthusiasm, a comedy series on HBO about Larry David, the co-creator, head writer, and voice of a curiously child-like George Steinbrenner on Seinfeld, the greatest television program of all time, according to TV Guide. In case you don’t own a TV-are one of those people-Larry David is the co-creator, head writer, and voice of a curiously child-like George Steinbrenner on Seinfeld, the greatest television program of all time, according to TV Guide. In the November issue of this very magazine she sotto-voce’d to contributing editor Sam Kashner, “I worship Woody Allen, but I don’t feel it below the belt the way I do for Larry David.” Yet Jennifer Lawrence, as luscious a starlet as Hollywood’s ever produced, has it bad for him, is completely over-the-moon hot-for-his-bod gaga. A silvery-white fringe circles the base of his skull like a fallen halo.) Not the stuff of which hunk-of-beef heartthrobs are typically made. (Actually not quite that bald and gleaming. He’s the sex symbol’s sex symbol: four-eyed and beaky-nosed, pencil-necked-geek skinny, eligible for Medicare and then some, with a cranium as bald and gleaming as Kim Kardashian’s mons pubis.
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